[Her inner acro doesn't care for the smell of fire, especially in a confined space. Where she just came from there had been an awful lot of it, though, and at least this is controlled, even if the scent of it obscures a lot of the rest of what she might be able to scent for. She hasn't brought this body around enough humans to confidently identify them by odor and to tell that some just aren't.

She fixes Dixon with an eye and gives a slight, ponderous nod, and makes a sort of guttral Uuuurrrrmmmmmmmmm that starts low and goes much lower. Overlaid she sounds highly resigned.]

Patience. You probably can't. I'm a human who got caught up in time travel and I'm supposed to be going and doing something that gets me out of this body and back, but you work with what you got.